Chapter 801

After a moment of silence, Gou Jiao asked, “Master Daoist, do you think that hundred-commander just lied?”

Xiao Yu said, “Lied about what? They’re coming to drag you off for corvée labor—why would they bother lying to you?”

Gou Jiao’s expression turned grave. “He said many of the laborers hold military merit ranks, even some with Zuo Shuzhang. Zuo Shuzhang is a high noble rank.”

Before Shang Yang’s reforms, only the Ying royal clan could hold the title of Shuzhang.

Shuzhang could lead troops on horseback and govern civil affairs on foot.

Du Xiu’s words struck a raw nerve in Xiang Xun—his own retreat had been a major cause of this disastrous defeat—and so Xiang Xuan immediately drew his sword toward Xiang Xun.

At that moment, Li Qifeng felt as if his spiritual sense was being torn apart, excruciatingly painful.

Zhang Yiming waved his hand to signal Chen Tedi to calm down; he found the situation deeply strange. The opponent had struck again, yet still no anomaly was visible—first priority was to protect Zhu Daqiang.

After Bai Wuchang finished speaking, the Underworld army fell utterly silent. All eyes turned to the podium, waiting for the First Military Strategist to speak.

Gu Sinna sat beside Luo Hebin, wearing sunglasses the whole time, lips slightly curled, never once glancing at Luo Hebin from the airport to the villa. The three bodyguards behind her were equally cold-faced, eyes darting around, alert to every movement.

Of course, Chen Zhi Fan was no ordinary person. So when he saw four giant black rats—slightly larger than house cats—looking up at him with pleading eyes, he merely frowned slightly and sighed.

Qing Song reacted swiftly—he roared loudly, channeling his full strength through the shout, swinging his fists to clash head-on with Zhang Yiming.

Zhang Yifan turned around; he didn’t believe the video posted by Luo Ye—he knew Luo Ye would never do such a thing.

Therefore, the best herb to suppress the Eastern Yi corpse poison is something even more yin and cold than the poison itself.

Thus, the current residents of Huanghua Hutong are mostly martial artists and noble youths. In fact, they bought the houses but never lived in them—and this time, Chen Feng’s wedding would certainly not draw foolish intruders.

Huo Xiangkong was truly asleep, while Sun Wukong, though asleep, kept watch over every movement around his room.

No wonder it’s a Level 20 sub-artifact—though it grants no attack skills, for a thief and assassin, hearing and vision are absolutely vital.

“Of course, as friends,” Chang Qingyue said. “I greatly admire you—you’re an expert in many areas, which is rare. And I really enjoy your songs; after listening to them, I feel invigorated.”

Notably, after Huo Xiangkong and Sun Wukong left Guanyin Temple on horseback, Huo Xiangkong’s main quests changed.

Zhou Jian focused his mental energy to the utmost; both Mind Piercing and Shadow Touch were on cooldown. Facing the charging Tokugawa Hongshu, he gripped his Thief’s Blade and activated the skill Mental Focus.

Zhou Jian rolled sideways, retreating beneath another rock, drew out Chris’s Bone in one motion—the dark blade nearly vanished into the shadows. As he channeled energy, a pale blue glow traced the edge, and the black runes along the blade ignited one by one.

Xu Hai thought: adding too much salt isn’t satisfying enough—why not add more hormones? I wonder what flavor hormones would give a dish—probably the same as the taste in my heart right now.

The M1895 Nagant revolver was the most widely issued pistol in the entire Soviet Red Army; in Wang Geng’s past life, this weapon appeared countless times in Soviet war films, almost serving as the standard sidearm for Red Army officers of all ranks.

Now, for humanity to break through this bottleneck, unless a new technology emerges to spark a Fourth Scientific Revolution, we may remain stuck in this information age for centuries.